Misters Octapus and Centipede
more arms and legs, I need.
I move in cycles, run in circles
and to failure must concede.
I keep the books
keep the house
wash, iron, cook and shop.
Bake the pies
answer the cries
and write the letters, too.
Remember what the rest forget,
steal eight for sleep
and even yet
be the lover
be the wife
what ever happened
to my life?
No muss, no fuss
just wind me up
but as I play the mime
please help me find
some part of me
before it's time
to die.
Grandma Proses
Shirley A. Bender
Copyright © 1985
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